Walking down the corridor
To the sound of laughing echos
Cursing at the foreigners
From the nearby local ghettos
Citizens that he justified
And “dangerous” immigrants
Now that he sees them inside
Nothing is making sense
They are nothing like him
As he passes them in the hall
Blue collars on all of them
Where insults lead to brawls
Was it from his charity
Or the profits that he stole
Or from his unpopularity
When his madness lost control
Was it his university
Where reality was never taught
Oh how he hated diversity
But loved to sexually assault
Business record falsification
Guilty in the 1st degree
Don’t forget the military operation
Illegally attacking a country
So many lies he shared
He even cheated on his wife
A religious cult he impaired
While grifting his entire life
There’s also that phone call
Quid pro quo to perfection
And the breaching of Capitol halls
During the historic insurrection
And the gathering of old timers
Listed in the redacted files
He even stated “I love miners”
During his speech done casino style
As he approached a private area
Where people were more like him
A surge of sudden hysteria
From an enemy that was his friend
The sound of a familiar voice
Coming from the nearing distance
A cellmate of ironic choice
Happiness from fading resistance
Their trip down memory lane
Memories whispered with a chill
Oh Bubba, you’ll never complain
You’re my one big beautiful Bill
